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Azazel Vs Gods Champion
Snow drew his hammer, it shone brightly with the grace of God,
Azazel stood, unmoving, unafraid, ever strong and anger
"Go from this place or you shall be damned"
Azazel smirked, drew his sword out.
Snow glared, his eyes gold and transfixed on his target
Azazel smirking to himself, his eyes completely closed
"I will not allow you to harm another person, go now Azazel"
Azazel snickering now which shortly turned into a evil diabolic laugh
"Oh how unwise you are paladin"
Snow eyes widen as Azazel's armor glowed red
"How can we be damned, when we are the forsaken fallen from grace"
Snow stood strong, watching every demon sneak up on him
"You god has left you paladin, there is no such thing as compassion or love"
The battle between Good and Evil had begun
Light Vs Darkness
Purity Vs Sin
Snow battle hard against the onslaught on demons
"Where is your god now!"
Then a choir of angels were heard,
Underneath the onslaught on demons which held him down
Snow body began to glow with pure light
Gods Champion Speaks
Facing the demons, alone.
Aura bright around his noble body,
Faith never ending, pride ever glowing.
The demons spoke "Who is this warrior in front us?"
No answer came from the hooded paladin,
They asked again "Who is this warrior in front us?"
Small smile appeared across the paladin face,
"I am, one of three chosen Gods Champions"
Silence from the demons.
"I am the light to your darkness" Figure spoke again
Demons stood there in disbelief,
"I am the faithful to your disbelief"
The demons started to shake in fear
"I am the justice to your injustice"
One stepped forward, Azazel was his name.
"You who have been chosen from upon high, what makes you think you God is there?"
The figure just smiled again, removed his hood
Azazel stood in disbelief, he had seen this young "boy" before
"I am Snow, the Paladin who brought the Satanist to their knees"
Azazel, stood back from the figure slightly
"You Azazel the first, are you not a Duke of Hell?"
Azazel mumbled Yes and growled pure hatred
He stood there, alone on the highest peek.
His trusted hammer next to him, his faithful steed by his side,
His eyes looked around him, nothing. No light, all faith lost.
World in the holds of Dukes of Hell, angels beaten, gods captured
They prayed for a hero to save them, no answer came.
They turned to oracles but they said nothing.
Then..beams of everlasting light, shattered though,
screams upon echos of horrified demons screams.
There he stood, a vision of Holiness and purity it was..
Bright white aura around his body, nether man nor angel.
Their eyes widen, vision cloaked in gold armor.
Wearing his sins stitched into his chest for all the world to see.
Nether selfish nor was he blind.
Just, true and wise he stood,
No smile covered his face
Demons shock in fear at the idol
A man of God, a man of true virtue
His only crime was that of love, to accept a revenging killing
Not even the heads gods aura could out shine him
He was the protector of the weak, defender of peace, the hammer of
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